Dejected!
Wasted!
Depressed!
Ma Xiaoyi collapsed on the chair, feeling hopeless.
Those who had supported Cao Dongdong before were also silenced.
Literary fight?
Aren't you using your own shortcomings to attack the other's strengths?
Fighting is their destination!
The morale of the foreign relatives' party and the government's inner party suddenly fell to the bottom.
It’s over! It’s over! When Zhang Fei saw their mourning expressions, he knew what was going on. He looked at the widow on the stage with longing and thought, Beauty! We are really destined to have no connection!
He looked at Cao Dongdong again and cursed in his heart, you idiot!
Cao Dongdong also realized that he had made an unforgivable mistake. If he didn't play well, everyone would betray his relatives. Just when he didn't know what to do, he suddenly saw Zhang Fei staring at him. He had an idea and laughed and said: "What are you doing? Wen Let's fight with each other, we have Zhang San here, why should we be afraid?"
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Fei suddenly became the focus of the audience.
Ma Xiaoyi suddenly became energetic again, "Third brother, can you still recite poetry?"
"I...."
"That's needless to say. In court, Zhang San never relies on literary fights to win. Is it because of literary fights?"
Cao Dongdong spoke first.
Zhang Fei said: "Wait a minute, I was...!"
Cao Dongdong whispered: "Zhang San, my office has given so much money to help you take away the widow, don't you even have the energy to do it?"
My legs have been tied, my waist has been raised, and my tongue has been warmed up, but this is not for writing lyrics! Zhang Fei was about to cry but said without tears: "This is not...!"
As soon as the words were spoken, Han Pan and Fu Zhishuang had already arrived at their table.
"Just one mouth of Su Wen Er's pen Zhang San can produce hundreds of pens. Today I, Han, really want to learn a lesson."
Han Pan slightly held back his hand.
Ma Xiaoyi said: "Third brother, let them see what you are capable of."
"How wonderful! How wonderful! Today we also want to see what Zhang Sanlang can do."
"Not bad! Zhang Sanlang, show us your hand."
...
No matter which side they came from, everyone started to boo.
After all, Zhang Fei is the topic of the year this year, especially his mouth, which has left countless officials at a loss.
But litigation is not the mainstream after all, and poetry and poetry are what literati like to do.
This is the real thing.
Litigation alone is considered low-class.
Cao Dongdong tilted his head and said, "Come on!"
Fuck your sister! Zhang Fei waited for him angrily and thought to himself, no wonder those male pigs who write online have to copy poems to show off. It turns out they are all forced! But after all, it is not the real thing, so don’t paint a tiger as an anti-dog.
Let him fight the lawsuit until the end of time, and he is not dishonest!
But if I ask him to recite the poem correctly, it’s not that he doesn’t remember it, it’s just that it’s not his own. Will it be embarrassing if I take it out? The key is that we don’t have the temperament!
But when he looked at the widow, Zhang Fei felt that he had to give it a try and exchange a poem for a beauty. Where could he do this business?
He pondered for a while, then suddenly stood up and said contemptuously to Han Pan: "What are you going to do?"
Seeing that Zhang Fei really followed, Ma Xiaoyi was very excited. He nudged Cao Dongdong with his elbow and said with a smile: "My brother is still smart. There will be something good this time."
Cao Dongdong said hehey: "That goes without saying."
If he loses, it has nothing to do with him. His bid was not false!
Han Pan was very unhappy when he saw Zhang Feixun's arrogance. You, an Erbi man, dare to be arrogant in front of me, "You can do whatever you want."
Zhang Fei pretended to be deep in thought and said: "Today we want to be a beauty, so how about we compose a poem with the heart of a beauty?"
Han Pan asked in surprise: "The heart of a beauty?"
Zhang Fei nodded and said: "That's right! The title is this beauty. Write a lyric based on her thoughts. Let's see who can write a more feminine lyric."
"Wonderful! Wonderful!"
Suddenly I heard a crisp voice coming from the second floor, "Wonderful! Wonderful! This method of Saburo is really wonderful."
Everyone looked up and saw that the speaker was the singing prostitute named Cai Shi, and there were many singing prostitutes standing on the second and third floors, all looking forward to it.
Seems to be very interested in this gameplay.
Not only them, the other young masters also applauded, and Ma Xiaoyi even squatted on the chair, "It's really interesting to write women's lyrics."
Han Pan looked at Zhang Fei suspiciously, shook his head and said: "I have never composed lyrics like this, and I am not very good at it. If you can do well and win the applause of all the ladies, then you will win."
Although these singing girls are far less talented than Li Qingzhao, they have been mixed in the ocean of poetry all year round, and their appreciation ability is first-class.
If they all cheer, it will definitely be a good song.
And it is absolutely fair for them to judge femininity.
"It's a deal."
After Zhang Fei finished speaking, he walked towards the widow on the stage.
The widow had been standing on the stage, lost in thought, and seemed to be preoccupied. She was completely unaware of their quarrel. When Zhang Fei came to her, she said, "I don't know her name."
"ah!"
The widow took a small step back in fright.
Zhang Fei was stunned for a moment, was he so scary? Then he asked again: "I don't know your lady's name?"
Seeing that Zhang Fei had no ill intentions, the widow bowed and replied: "In response to your Excellency, my surname is Gao, and my humble name is Wenyin."
"Gao Wenyin."
Zhang Fei recited it in a low voice, and then said: "I heard that my respected husband just passed away for some reason. I wonder if that's the case?"
Gao Wenyin's eyes flashed with sorrow, and he nodded slightly.
Zhang Fei added: "You must miss your deceased husband very much, right?"
A layer of mist gathered in Gao Wenyin's autumn eyes, and she nodded again.
Fu in the audience shouted bluntly: "Aren't you going to write lyrics? Why are you asking?"
Zhang Fei smiled and said: "If I don't know his life experience, how can I write lyrics based on his heart? Do you think what I said is reasonable?"
“Very reasonable!”
Cao Dongdong responded immediately.
When he said this, Han Pan felt relieved, and based on the woman's experience, he composed a poem based on the woman.
The difficulty can be imagined.
He didn't believe that Zhang San still had such means.
Zhang Fei looked at Gao Wenyin again, and after a while, he suddenly chanted: "The mist is thick, the clouds are heavy, and the day is endless."
There was sudden silence in the hall.
Han Pan frowned and thought to himself, this man is really talented!
This first sentence is not a quatrain, but the current weather and Gao Wenyin's demeanor at this time are perfectly integrated, and the description is vivid and vivid.
Then I heard Zhang Fei chant: "Rui Nao sells the golden beast. It's the Double Ninth Festival, the jade pillow is in the gauze kitchen, and it's cool in the middle of the night."
The geishas upstairs chanted along, nodding their heads with joy, and looking at Zhang Fei expectantly.
Even the widow Gao Wenyin couldn't help but raise her head silently.
Ma Xiaoyi's level of appreciation was not high, so he asked Fu Shichun, "Brother Chun, what do you think?"
Fu Shichun shook his head and said in surprise: "I didn't expect Zhang San to have such talent. It's really hard to tell what one looks like!"
Fu Zhishuang frowned and said, "It's the Double Ninth Festival again?"
Over there, Zhang Fei suddenly picked up a glass of wine from the nearby table and said: "After dusk, when the wine is in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling the sleeves. It is impossible not to be ecstatic, the west wind blows behind the curtains, and people are thinner than yellow flowers."
Gao Wenyin stared at Zhang Fei blankly, as if she didn't even realize that a tear fell down her face, leaving a deep tear trail.
"Absolutely awesome!"
Fu Shichun immediately clapped his hands and exclaimed.
"good!"
At the same time, the singers and prostitutes on the stage cheered.
"Don't let the soul disappear, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers! How wonderful! How wonderful! This trip I have been waiting for is well worth it!"
"What a person who is thinner than a yellow flower! It's so obvious! Haha!"
.....
But when Zhang Fei recited the last three sentences, the whole hall was in a state of excitement. The talented and beautiful ladies were all cheering or drinking.
Fan Zheng suddenly looked at his father, "He...is he really just an Erbi person?"
Fan Yong shook his head blankly.
"Wait!"
Suddenly, a shout was heard, interrupting everyone's cheers, but Na Fu stood up and said, "You obviously heard this."
Zhang Fei's face didn't change: "What do you think Mr. Fu said?"
Fu said straightforwardly: "The Double Ninth Festival is here again, and now the Double Ninth Festival has passed long ago, and it is almost New Year's Eve, and there are also times when the warmth turns cold, and the west wind blows. This refers to autumn, but now it is winter."
As soon as these words came out, many people immediately showed doubts.
They were so amazed just now that they didn't take a closer look at it, but now that they heard it, they thought it made sense. The context of the words didn't match the scene!
Zhang Fei smiled and said: "Yes, this is all my imagination. Is there any problem?"
As he spoke, he spread his hands and said, "This situation and this scene are a mess. What kind of artistic conception can I describe? It is not consistent with the thoughts of this lady at all. Instead of beautifying this scene, it is better to use your imagination, so I based it on Isn’t it okay for this lady to be thinking about a wife who is at home missing her late husband?”
Many people nodded.
Today's scene, with wine ponds and meat forests, jealousies, and a smoky atmosphere, has nothing to do with the state of longing, and it is difficult for people to associate it with it.
Zhang Fei's strong point is to use strong words to make sense, and he is not weak at all.
Fu Zishuang sneered: "Your reason is not convincing enough."
He really didn't believe that this was absolutely copied.
"Well!"
Zhang Fei said proudly: "I will give you a convincing reason. Counting from today, I will give you ten years. You can search for similar words in the world. Whoever has the words can crush me." This song is more feminine than mine, and I will repay it with thousands of dollars."
At this point, he smiled disdainfully: "Do you hear it? Where can I listen? You can teach me!"
Do you think I can copy it?
The question is who copied it?
Let’s talk about a character.
He couldn't help but copy Li Qingzhao's Ci, even Ba Qi. You must know that Li Qingzhao's "Ci Theory" criticized the literary giants of the Northern Song Dynasty, such as Ouyang Xiu, Su Shi, Liu Yong, Wang Anshi, Qin Guan, etc.
You must know that she is still a woman, and there are only a few people who can compare with her domineering power to look down on the world's poets.
Uh...ahem, of course, there are still people to compare with.
After all, Wen Wu is the first.
And Wenquxing of the Northern Song Dynasty can really make a blind eye.
Therefore, Zhang Fei also set up several soft conditions, just in case, similar words, feminine, combined, he did not believe that anyone's words could crush this one.
The only thing that can defeat magic is magic, but the problem is that Li Qingzhao was not born yet.
"Okay! Third brother, that's so good!"
Ma Xiaoyi jumped up on the table excitedly, "Whoever can compare with my third brother can stand up and compete. If you can't compare, just don't say anything."
This guy is afraid that the world will not be in chaos.
At this time, a young man suddenly shouted: "Look, Madam Gao is crying."
Gao Wenyin suddenly woke up and quickly lowered his head, holding a silk handkerchief to wipe away the tears on his face.
This tear trail is undoubtedly the best sentence.
Applause erupted again from upstairs and downstairs.
Without talent, there would be no such domination.
Everyone believed it.
Although Han Pan was dissatisfied, he had made it clear before that as long as he won the recognition of the singing girls, he would admit defeat and immediately bowed his hands and said, "Congratulations to Brother Zhang for winning the beauty home."
Zhang Fei cupped his hands and returned the greeting: "Process! Accept!"
"Won!"
Cao Dongdong immediately raised his arms and said: "We won! Haha! You can't even compare to Wen Dou now, so you should go back to study early! Wow haha!"
